Been to fucking busy..new direction, new store front, new mountains of stress. I have problem on getting started and not stopping..been doing 14 to 18 hours a day..buy. sell trade..Went in Saturday morning and made it a few hours,,pulled the plug I was beat....Got some needed seat time and matched it with some couch time..Sunday had good intentions went in a 5am by 8am I find I am beat and working in circles, why waste a bunch of time on stuff I will need to redo..Ernie had called on on of the weekdays they have all run together..So I call him and see if he's up for a ride..
Get the dirty one on the horn,,what's up..He want to hit the casino for a late lunch buffet, nice ride..Cool bro, lets do the Bass lake loop...His first words were have you stopped riding like your 16 yet..I don't know what it is but for the first time in a long time I find myself deep in the throttle, deep in the corners and laughing like a loon doing it..Ya I am..I can slow down for an old timer if I need to..LOL..He say we go stuff hanging lets meet up there at 3pm if you need to run the loop..get it out of your system Vato..
The loop is about 3 hours on a good day but I want to do some side roads and Starbucks..so I roll around 10..Me and the shovel have been in a zone..It cured the shift point problem we have been having since the tach broke, when it shakes so bad you can't read the speedo or see out the mirrors it's time to shift..I appreciate the little things my shovel does for me..I bought some gas treatment and chrome polish..We made Jim's place in an hour or so, pretty damn fast for a couple of old timers on a pleasure cruise..Went in and sat at the bar and had a diet coke..I love the looks you get..
Slowed it back and did the loop..enjoyed the smell of pines, taste of different bugs..scaring unsuspecting tourist as we roared by..Stopped and enjoyed the vistas, had an ice tea at the lake..rode it hard when it should been soft and slow when I coulda went fast..did what it took to find the cure, release the presure and revamp the mind..or what is left of it..I found some peace...
Meet the dirt ball at the Shell station and top them off,,Good dinner and flopping a few cards sounds like a good end to the day..then the ride home...Pull into the parking area and roll to bike parking..were backing them in after the normal old bike find neutral ordeal..I see this ugly mother fucker walking over our way..He stops a few feet from Ernie and informs us we can't park here,,the bike belong to the ^%&%$& *&^**#..a bunch of local morons with patches..Well guess what fillet of ass face we is parked..does your daddy Hector always leave his puppy outside with out a lease..Were is you leader Jr..Now the Dirty has his hand stuffed inside his vest..I don't know what was there, didn't ask, didn't care..So now instead of eating we have to deal with a prospect..prophylactic or what ever was spread across his back..
Me and the leader of this band of merry whack off go back decades..we grew up in the same small town..played sports together and all that..We see him sitting at the bar and stroll over..Now they tried working the Dirty one years ago..no love lost and I can see the twinkle in his eye..He may not want to ride fast but kicking a little ass has always appealed to him..Now the big dog stands up and sticks out his hand, it is ignored, hear some back ground noise that sounds like show some respect..a few things come to mind, putting on a patch or wearing colors does not grant you instant respect..Man, woman or beast respect is earned..when this band patched a child molester my respect was out the window..Well prophylactic blurts out we parked in there line..Lard ass pop out at Ernie,,what your problem dude..Now that damn hand is still stuffed in the vest,,Ernie in his normal calm demeanor replies..you don't have fucking line..chump..Now I'm thinking of the old Charlie Daniels song, Uneasy Rider and I thinking Fillet of ass will have be my green teeth if this get's ugly..So the respect word is laid back on the table..Now I get the floor..You want respect, earn it..back your fucking monkey up..leave it alone..The Reply,I'm going to let it slide this time..I swear I heard the sound of a hammer being pulled back for the hand in the vest man..come on Ernie let's walk..your wife is looking nervous and will blame the gringo..let's go eat..
The buffet sucked, food and adrenaline don't go well together..adrenaline and blackjack worked though..well didn't leave enough to buy school books and didn't make enough to retire..Maria hit a nice quarter slop pot..We left as the sun was headed for the horizon..
My favorite time to crank it up..weather was great, traffic was light and Ernie was ready to play..we rode it like we owned it..three miles of walled canyon was alive with sound of old Harley's, straight pipes and two old hard riders reliving times gone by..life is full of shit happens moments,,Riding into the sunset can put those times, days behind you..cranking the throttle back brings you into the future..it's all good..
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